The Immense Power of Tipping

However, the service had changed. Food was no longer provided for free but for a price.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Rufeng spoke up, "Your train used to provide free food. Does it not anymore?"

"As expected, contractors are all poor ghosts, like vermin."

The attendant looked disdainful, then scooped a portion of black sludge from a smaller bucket next to an iron barrel and handed it to Mu Rufeng.

Mu Rufeng could clearly see hair and some unknown insects mixed into the black sludge.

And the nauseating smell. It was hard to imagine where this "free" food came from.

"It stinks, it's unbearable. How can anyone eat this?"

"Is this the only food your train provides?" Mu Rufeng asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm? So, you don't want to eat it?" the attendant said coldly.

"Is this even fit for human consumption? And this is your service attitude?" Mu Rufeng reprimanded.

"Is there something wrong with my service attitude?" The attendant licked her lips, her gaze towards Mu Rufeng carrying a hint of bloodlust.

"Look for yourself. I won't even mention the hair in this so-called free food. Even in the paid food you provide, look, there's a big maggot wriggling inside."

"If I'm not mistaken, this must have fallen out of that passenger's mouth earlier, right?"

"Even with all this, you still want to sell this food, and you say your service attitude is fine?" Mu Rufeng stood up and rebuked coldly.

"So, what of it?" The attendant tilted her head, looking at Mu Rufeng blankly.

"What of it? This food isn't fit for human consumption at all. I'm going to dine in your dining car." Mu Rufeng stated.

"The dining car?" The attendant let out a cold laugh, and a terrifying malice emanated from her body.

Visible ghostly energy dispersed.

"You want to go to the dining car? Passenger, don't you know the minimum charge for the dining car is one thousand Soul Coins."

"Since you've requested to change carriages, I'll grant it. But if you can't produce the Soul Coins, I don't mind twisting your head off to quell my rage."

The attendant licked her lips, speaking with a bloodthirsty expression.

Mu Rufeng mentally communicated with his Black Gold Card. With a flash of black light in his hand, ten hundred-yuan bills appeared.

"Is this enough money?" Mu Rufeng asked calmly.

Seeing the stack of bills in Mu Rufeng's hand, the attendant was clearly stunned.

With a "snap!"

Mu Rufeng forcefully threw the stack of bills onto the attendant's fair cheek.

"This is for you as a tip. Can I go to the dining car now?" Mu Rufeng said.

Ten hundred-yuan Soul Coins scattered on the floor.

The surrounding specters, who had already noticed, stared wide-eyed at the scattered Soul Coins.

Especially the old lady sitting nearby, who looked utterly incredulous.

"Soul Coins, this living person has so many Soul Coins."

"One thousand, that's one thousand Soul Coins."

The attendant finally reacted. She immediately crouched down and began to quickly gather the Soul Coins.

When she stood up again, her expression had changed to a smile.

"Esteemed sir, please forgive my previous rudeness."

"You may now proceed to the dining car. The dining car is located in Carriage 1," the attendant said, now extremely enthusiastic.

The ghostly energy she had released earlier was also retracted immediately.

"Then why aren't you moving your black-stockinged legs and clearing a path for me? What, do you expect me to fly over?" Mu Rufeng said calmly.

"Apologies, sir, it was my oversight." The attendant immediately pulled her small cart back a few steps, clearing a path for Mu Rufeng.

"Oh, right, sir, this is your dining card. With this proof, the attendants in other carriages won't attack you."

The attendant said this as she took out a dining card and handed it to Mu Rufeng.

"Mm," Mu Rufeng nodded. He walked to the aisle and headed towards Carriage 7.

[You Die, I Live, skill activated successfully. Enemy has died. All attributes increased threefold, duration one hour.]

[You Die, I Live, skill activated successfully. Enemy has died. All attributes increased fourfold, duration one hour.]

[You Die, I Live, skill activated successfully. Enemy has died. All attributes increased tenfold, duration one hour.]

In this train carriage, all the specter passengers displayed extreme malice towards Mu Rufeng.

This also allowed Mu Rufeng to successfully max out his rule skill.

At this moment, Mu Rufeng felt filled with strength, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

Mu Rufeng was now certain that to identify an enemy, it was simple: if they harbored malice towards him, they could be classified as an enemy.

Furthermore, if he harbored malice towards others, they could also be classified as enemies.

Indeed, in this bizarre world, all anomalies belonged to the "death" state, a paradise for his rule-based skill.

Mu Rufeng opened his personal status panel.

[Name]: Mu Rufeng
[Age]: 24
[Level]: LV1
[Strength]: 154 (14+140)
[Spirit]: 121 (11+110)
[Constitution]: 154 (14+140)
[Contract Slot]: None
[Skill]: [You Die, I Live]
Items: [Fragrant Bandages], [Resentful Cleaver], [Dorm Manager's Secret Recipe Candle X2], [Matches], [Singing Mouth], [Black Gold Card]
Soul Coins: 10000000000003178

Looking at the string of zeros for his Soul Coins, he felt incredibly pleased.

Tipping, he had never done that in the real world. He hadn't expected his first tip to be for a mysterious lady in the anomaly world.

However, to be fair, tipping felt pretty good, haha!

At this moment, Mu Rufeng arrived in front of the two new players and stopped.

It wasn't that Mu Rufeng didn't want to move, but these two had stood up and blocked his path.

"Your name is Mu Rufeng, right? You must be official personnel. You have to save us."

"Yeah, yeah, that dark, gooey thing was too disgusting. I don't want to eat it."

"You seem to have a lot of Soul Coins. Can you lend us some so we can also get food from the dining car?"

These two, a man and a woman. The man was around forty or fifty, chubby, dressed sloppily, with lipstick smudges on his face and smelling of alcohol.

He had clearly been dragged into the dungeon from a bar.

The other woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed provocatively. The powder on her face was so thick it could leave a face-shaped imprint on black cloth.

"How much do you want to borrow?" Mu Rufeng asked.

"Borrow... a thousand~~!" The seductive woman was about to speak when the middle-aged man interrupted her.

"Lend me ten thousand. Lend me ten thousand, and I promise I'll pay you back soon."

Third watch, requesting follow-up reads and monthly passes. I just want to get into the Sanjiang section!!!